AI Denise Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

AI Denise Pt. 02

... thought about it a lot during the night - the idea of feeling his body spooning with hers -- but she hadn't given much thought about how to make it happen.

She was glad Denise was relinquishing control. She didn't need further motivation; she wanted to sleep with her father every night, whether Denise was involved or not. She longed to feel her dad inside her again. She wanted him inside her every night.

Jane went to the kitchen to make coffee wearing her nightgown. She didn't expect Stan to be up, but he was already at the table, and had a pot of coffee ready. He even had a cup waiting for her. "Good morning, sweetie!"

Jane looked at him and smiled. She hadn't made an actual plan, but realized that the plan was presenting itself. She sat down next to him and took her coffee cup from his hands, but she gently held his fingers there. She looked into his eyes and said only, "Hi, Daddy."

She was aware that her nightgown left little to the imagination. Her areolae were visible as dark spots in the cream-colored fabric. She saw his eyes travel down her neck to her cleavage. She watched him gaze at her firm C-cup bosom. She saw his eyes fixed on the bumps in the fabric that were her nipples. She sat and sipped her coffee, her foot "accidentally" rubbing against his leg. He didn't say much; his mind was occupied with thoughts of his daughter's breasts. After her coffee cup was empty, she smiled at him, got up, turned around, and slowly walked out, leaving Stan, once ...

... again, to stare at her departing ass.

Jane went to the store later that day and bought several sets of sexy sleepwear. She bought babydoll nighties, camisoles, teddies, all in lace and satin. She also bought thongs, corsets and crotchless panties in red, pink, white, and black. She was hoping to give her dad a daily lingerie show, and that he would eventually invite her into his bedroom, thinking it was all his idea.

Every morning she would share coffee with her father while flaunting her scantily-clad body. She frequently caught a glimpse of his arm moving under the table, and knew he was groping himself. After a few days, she started walking around behind him to rub his shoulders. From there she could see his pajamas tenting as his cock stood at attention. She always looked, and he knew she looked. He initially tried to cover his erection, but eventually stopped trying to hide it. He just went on groping himself while she watched.

Every night, she'd spy on him - and "spy" on Denise - and watch him masturbate. Denise hadn't been lying; no matter what porn video he watched, he always called out Jane's name at least once when he was about ready to cum.

A few weeks later, Jane started changing into her lingerie right after their evening meal. Stan's appreciation was apparent; he even began making requests for certain colors or fabrics. She would sit next to him on the couch as they watched movies on TV, snuggling up under his arm, her breast pressed into his side. She ...